The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-01-07

together too grand for it. but can't
help It,"
Then he went back to entertain our
guests, and we were really getting on
finely-what with the piano and duets
when there came the sound of bump
ing and scraping at the carriage steps.
A voice cried:
Hello, Turtledove! Folks for you'll"
And out we rushed to find the garden
full of the Rev. Mr.. Calliope and his
family-Mrs. Callope, Miss Calliope
and Master Calliope.
| Mr.. Calliope was our pastor, and we
had given him remarkably hearty in
vitation.
'.As my congregation insisted on CIV
ing me vacation" said Mr.. Calliope,
1--WE are come"
l saw they were, and / was wonder
ing where they were to sleep that night,
when Mrs. Calliope, who had been kiss
ing my wife, remarked:
But then her friend who came up
with us-the very entertaining gentle
man Who Here he isl" shouted
Mr.. Fisher from his wagon. "And If
he thinks I'm going to ride him and
his porkmanker from that there depot
behind this here hoss, for less than so
cents, he thinks I'm greener than be!'
II make no objection-no objection" "
said thin voice, "only l am unable
just at this moment to- think must
have it in my watch pocket-I-Can't
you lend me half dollar, Mr.. Turtle
| dovep"
I could-I did-and took the long,
fishy sort of hand that was offered to
me tho next moment, and welcomed
Mr.. Bangs, the amateaur spiritual me-
dunn, to my hearth and home.
II was impressed to come" he whis-
pered to me. Something seemed to
roll away, and 1 saw you among the
green fields and pleasant pastures and
was drawn toward you by subtle in
fuence. did not even wait for bag
gage. You understandP'
had heard that day from fellow
boarder of Mr.. Bangs that his landlady
had delicately mentioned to him that
until he could pay his little bill she
should .'prefer his room to his COM
pany and would retain his trunk" and
quite understood.
We got into the little parlor some
how, and we all sat down.
"And I'm sure you must be hungry"
said l. "We've supped, of course"-it
was 10 'clock-''but you'll have a
bite"
Don't put yourself to any trouble, !"
said Mr.. Calliope. my dear friends,
I beg you won't put yourself to any
trouble on our account We are tired
of city food We want the fruits of
the earth-the simple fruits of the
earth-no more. Give us some milk,
a simple biscuit and your delightful
fresh butter, and bowl of straw
berries, and we ask 40 more"
Here Mrs. Turtledove gave an in
voluntary shrek. She had presence
of mind enough to say she had seen o
spider.
Poor Mr.. Bangs only groaned softly
to himself, but he looked as though the
spirits who had been in the habit of
drawing mysterious apples and
oranges from his sleeves had not been
able to find any there that day, or had
carried them off afterward.
The Calliopes were probably disap-
pointed as to the fruits of the earth;
but they had an appetite for sardines,
bread and butter, tea and canned pears.
And Mr.. Bangs enjoyed himself nights
ly. We put the Rev. Mr.. Calliope and
his wife into our own room. Miss
Calliope shared Miss Mitten's apart
ment, and wo induced Peggy to take a
bolster on lounge in the kitchen,
while Mr.. Bangs rcposed in her accus-
toned bed. As for young Calliope,
we took liberties with him on account
Of his youth, and put him on the parlol
sofa. And we-oh! well, it didn't
matter for us. We went up into the
loft-it was four feet highland slept
on the rag bag.
Twas off early next day. made the
arrangements alluded to with the
: amiable and generous Mr.. Fish for two
t gallons of milk day. contracted
3 with the butcher for beef, and
brought Strawberries and vegetables
1 home in basket.
: My city guests supposed that al
, those strawberries grew, in the garden
and that we kept herd of cows
n Berries were twenty-five cents basket
t in the market, and they were not hull
0 ed. But the marketman always throw
basket in on every two dozen. HI
l. always did. he said, when one bought
. for hotel.
e Eat home, you know said youn,
Calliope, with the candor ofyouth, ''il
J. the city, you know, you can't have
g more'n a preserve dish of strawberrie
It at meal. They are so beastly dear
: but here, where you get 'em for moth
e ing you can eat bowlfal.''
0 Did tell you that Peggy was gone
# She was. She went the second morn
h ing. ''Aad I'd like to know wha
y you'd be naming by hiring me for two
and giving me dozen to work forP'
1t she had said; ''and thin doing nothing
o but ate all day long. and me surned OF
le me honest bed to slape on spikes, afte
e putin in me hard day, and dishes Il
IS wash, till I do be goin' crazy"
I could not defend myself. I coul,